Story
The room was dark and smelled of rotting corpses.
The men that were scattered about were coughing, gasping for air, searching for something. They had been in the tomb for some time now, almost a few hours, searching for a prize no one has ever been able to obtain. The Book of the Dead. No one has ever found, but these men were willing to search every pyramid and every tomb to find it. It's worth a lot of money on the black market.
"Guys!" one of the men finally called after another twenty minutes of searching. "I found something!"
They all rushed to him, their hearts racing. Could it be something that will lead them to the book? When they had reached the man, they all stopped. It was a passageway none had noticed. It was dark and seemed to go on forever.
"Let's go," another man said, his tone raspy.
They began to walk but stop almost immediately. A scream made them turn around and ready their weapons. The raspy voiced man counted his men instinctively. He had come with 20 men, but after a few seconds of counting, there were only 19.
"We're miss-" his sentence was cut off but a blood-curdling scream.
18 now.
A sound like water splashing against a wall sounded and he knew that his numbers were dwindling, but from what?
17.
More and more screams echoed through the tomb. The smell of rotting corpses changed to the smell of fresh blood. The raspy voiced man stood his ground though, but even still with the remaining 13 men he had....he was scared. A chill ran down his spine as another one fell.
12.
"WHO ARE YOU!" he screamed and out of desperation fired his gun into the darkness.
The men he was with followed in his footsteps but with each passing second one after the other fell.
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One of them tried to leave, only to fall to the ground dead, his head bouncing off to one side. Another had his innards remove by an unseen force. Another was torn to shreds.
4.
Panic now controlled their every movement. They ran down the hallway they had found before the chaos has ensued. After what seemed like an eternity they had to come a room with a single light shining on a pedestal with a single object on it. The Book of the Dead. The raspy voiced man was in shock, his body still as he stared at the prize he was after. But a realization dawned on him. Whatever was attacking them is still in the tomb, waiting for them. He had to do something, but before he could think of anything he felt an ominous presence behind him. He slowly, already knowing that whatever had killed his men was behind him.
It was average height, about five nine with a bandage around its head. A single glowing yellow eye was seen out of the left side. Its body was old, almost looked as though it were made of sand and it bandages protruding from its body, covered in fresh blood. It said nothing, only stared at the raspy voiced man for some time, perhaps soaking in the fear. It glanced at the book and then back at the man and shook its head.
The tomb echoed with a cry of pain.
A lone survivor walked out of the tomb that night. He was scared for life but never forgot his encounter with the Guardian of the Sands. The mummy had seen him cowering in a corner. He thought it was the end of him and he prayed. But all the mummy did was walk passed him and was never seen again.
Not much is known about Neferu except for the fact that he was a well feared and well respected warrior when he was alive. But now, however, he guards the all the ancient wonders and treasures of the world.
Abilities
Uses the bandages that are in his body to attack
Can harden the bandages to hit harder
Can create things with the bandages
Bandages are indestructible
Can use the bandages for defense too
Enhanced strength
immune to gun fire
master martial artist
Weakness
fire (softens the hardening effect of the bandages)
water (dampens the bandages making it harder for Neferu to wield constructs and the bandages themselves)
the bigger the construct, the slower he is
he cannot create any projectile weapon or any modern day weapon
Demo
http://sta.sh/01ckmkeu2gzv
Availability
Yes
Points
None
Battles
None